Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
No, it couldn’t be possible. Emily refused to believe it, but there was that little spark within her, the one she knew she should control. There was no way she had fallen in love with her husband, her kidnapper.
And yet, as she watched him reach that peak and fall into his orgasm, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge, knowing she was lying to herself.
This was bad.
Very bad.
****
Dom returned with a plate full of food and found his young wife running her hands over the newly changed bed.
After fucking her, and flooding her pussy with his cum, he’d insisted on dumping her ass in the tub, while he cleaned everything up. The sheets had the evidence of her virginity. He was tempted to mail them to her father, Nigel. He wasn’t going to give that piece of shit the satisfaction.
Emily now belonged to him, and he was not going to give her up. He had already informed his men that Emily’s safety had become their most important mission, and if anything happened to her, he would hold them personally responsible. Nothing could happen to her. He didn’t want to think about why he felt this way. It didn’t matter.
Staring at the length of his wife’s body, he felt an instant hit of heat go straight to his cock. It was their wedding night, and he’d only explored her body once.
Emily turned toward them.
“Everyone has left,” he said. “The cake was cut and according to one of my men, your mom distributed it to everyone present.”
Emily laughed. “Is there even cake left for us?”
He moved toward the bed. “Yep.” He’d gotten some cold cuts of meat, cheeses, and cake. Enough for the two of them.
Emily sat up, and he watched as she tried to lift the sheet to hide her beautiful body from him, and he wasn’t having any of it.
“You don’t get to hide from me, not ever.” He saw her cheeks heat. “You know, it doesn’t take a lot to get you to blush.”
“Shut up,” she said.
He loved how happy she was to talk to him like that.
Lifting up a small cube of cheese, he presented it to her. “Open your lips,” he said.
She opened her mouth and popped in the cheese.
He was looking forward to taking care of her. Dom had known from the moment he married her, that one time with Emily was never going to be enough. The glint in her eyes told him he was never going to be finished with Emily. He loved that she didn’t cower from him anymore. He wasn’t going to hold it against her. Being afraid for her life was understandable.
Picking up the fork, he sliced through the cake and then presented her with a piece. The moment the cake hit her tongue, he watched as her eyes closed, and then she let out a little moan.
“I love this cake,” she said.
It was then that it hit him. It was such a strange feeling, and one he’d never experienced before. No woman had ever loved him. Not a single one had claimed to want to be with him, yet as Emily spoke of the word love with regard to the cake, he couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever fall in love with him. It was insane. He was not a man who cared about love.
None of this made any fucking sense to him, because the truth was, he didn’t care. At least, he never had before. Love was for the weak, and he was not a weak man.
Emily opened her eyes, and there was that little blush that was so freaking cute. He was getting addicted to it.
There was no way he was falling for this woman. She was his wife, but that was because he wanted to fuck her. Love and emotions didn’t play a part. They meant nothing to him.
“What?” Emily asked. “Do I have cake on my chin?”
It was in that moment he realized he’d been staring at her.
“No,” he said, and then leaned in close to capture her lips. “I just want to feel these lips wrapped around my cock.”
He heard her sudden indrawn breath. It was the best thing he could do in that moment. He didn’t want to be thinking about love and emotions. They were not part of who he was.
What the fuck was Emily doing to him?
She flicked her tongue out and licked her lips, and in that moment, he wanted it wrapped around his cock.
Putting the food onto the chair in the corner, he moved back to the bed and settled amongst the cushions. He looked at Emily, and as he waited, he wrapped his fingers around his length, working from the base up to the tip, then back down again. He was already rock-hard and ready to fuck. Those plump lips looked too inviting to give up.